Lampu Untuk Make Up Novels & Stories

There is a small turntable in the middle of the room surrounded by mirrors. They get to work, pulling my hair up into a beautiful updo and make up. A subtle, elegant glow with a nude lip. “Your skin and hair is beautiful. What do you use?” The lady called Steph, who is doing my makeup, asks. I chuckle at her and shake my head. “Just normal moisturiser, nothing fancy, same as my hair, normal shampoo, and conditioner.” I say with a blush as she stops and looks at me in disbelief. “No way! Well, you are beautiful.” I smile as she finishes what she is doing to my face as the last hair pin is placed into my hair.

one of them asked. "Lipstick can enhance your skin tone," Mr. Micah patiently explained. "In other countries, people use it to make themselves look better. This process is called makeup. This is foundation. If you don’t know how to use it, I can find a video for you to watch and learn from." Mr. Micah spoke in a mix of English and Yaren language, and Nina could mostly understand him. "Thank you, Mr. Micah!" The girl didn’t fully understand but clutched the lipstick and skincare products like treasures. The desire to look beautiful is a natural human trait.

And in that flawless moment, I let myself get lost in him, in us, and in the paradise we had discovered together. The soft, warm light of the setting sun poured through the villa windows as I stood in front of the mirror, checking the last details of my makeup. My hair fell in soft waves around my face, flowing over my shoulders in effortless curls that sparkled in the golden glow. For my makeup, I chose a natural yet radiant look—a hint of bronzer to highlight my sun-kissed complexion, a dash of blush, and a subtle touch of golden eyeshadow to enhance the brightness of my blue eyes.

NIlapitan niya ito at maingat na inalis ang mga hibla ng buhok ng dalaga na humarang sa mukha nito. Kahit natutulog ito ay napakaganda pa rin ng mukha at halatang hindi na nito kailangan pa maglagay ng kung anu-ano sa mukha para lang masabing maganda. Saglit pa niya ito tinitigan bago tumayo at kumuha ng wet wipes. Dahan-dahan niyang tinanggal ang make up nito. Kahit pa sabihin nitong light lang 'yon, hindi siya makapapayag na may ibang tumingin sa dalaga. Simple pa nga lang ito pero alam niyang marami nang nagkakadarapa, paano pa kayakung mag-make up ito?

Opening one of the many drawers, she pulls different makeup from the drawer, raising each bottle to check that it matches my complexion. “I doubt I’ll be doing my makeup,” I remind her, my eyes narrowing wondering why looking good is even concern. Xander won’t around. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put any of this stuff on your face,” Charity says, picking different products that lay within. “Unless you want to burn your face off. Each of these is formulated to become a corrosive agent with the addition of air, or water.” “This,” she says, holding up a compact of blush, the tiny thing looking like a silver pokeball. “Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact

I am not bragging, but this is the first time that I have actually admired myself in my almost 19 years of existence. My makeup has been skillfully designed to strike a balance between aggressiveness and understated elegance in order to highlight the gown's natural brilliance, as my eyes have a captivating depth that matches the alluring night sky, with smoky tones of silver and charcoal. The silvery tones reflect the light, resembling the stars overhead and giving my appearance a hint of celestial shine.

Rummaging through my bedside table, I find just what I’m looking for, my little waterproof friend. ~~~~~~~~ After my self-induced orgasm this morning, I feel much more relaxed as I sit before my mirror with a woman and her assistant standing behind me, trying to make a work of art with my hair. My makeup is finished, giving off a smokey eye look which makes the violet in my eyes pop. The rest of my face has a natural glow, but my lips are painted with a burgundy matte lipstick that will not come off until washed off. When the women are done with me, I don’t recognize the woman in the mirror. She’s got the same color hair as mine, but that is the extent of the resemblance, “Oh wow, thank you!

" I stood up from her bed and walked to the seat that was in front of her dressing table. Lana is more experienced than me about make up, she finished my make up in just 10 minutes. And well, I have to admit She did it better than I did. The lipstick I use is only a few shades lighter than the maroon color of the dress I'm going to wear, while the rest is more natural. Lana gave a natural brown eyeshadow to make my amber colored eyes stand out more. "Whoa ... my face looks different." I muttered in front of the mirror.

I let a few strands of hair down at the front so it is framing my face. ''And now the makeup.'' Lucy announces as she gets up from my bed. ''No way. You are not doing my makeup.'' I tell her crossing my hands in front of my face. ''Come on, I will make it really light. I promise.'' She says, giving me the puppy eyes. ''I know you Lucy.'' I state. ''Just some mascara and eyeliner and some eye shadows and we definitely have to gloss that lips up.'' She says, ticking her fingers. ''There were a lot of 'ands' in that sentence of yours, it scares me.'' I tell her as she walks closer to me and place her hands on my shoulders.

" She nods shyly. I hate make-up. They give acne, so I hear, and I am scared of waking up to one of them. I only use a nude lipstick, which suits my skin color, my hair, and my eyes so well. I look at my green eyes as they glow. Just today, I won't have to hide them under thecontact lens. I apply my lipstick and lip balm to make it look a little smoother. Then a little mascara and a liner. I look totally different with dark makeup. I am stunning, actually.